• (8) the best things about sewing kits are the different colors of thread The wind that morning was brisk and warm. She'd been walking for about three hours by the time she noticed the tear in her dress. A loosened piece of fabric swirled around her ankles, dancing with the wisps of dust being carried by the wind. I really do need some more threads, she thought. If the carrots come in good this year perhaps I can trade for some. The sun continued to rise high above the distant mountains but she'd taken this path so often that she hardly noticed it. Every step seemed like five more. Back in the earlier days of her job she'd taken a liking to skipping, singing, sometimes running through the route, but she saw little point in that now. Boredom was her friend, it helped her to carry on. In the distance, the roof tops of her village made themselves present. She smiled. Not bad timing. I should be able to get at least three hours of sleep this afternoon. Sniffing from the cold winds earlier that morning, before the sun had even come up, she let the warm winds blow her headdress off her head, and it settled on her shoulders. This far away from the village she could get away with it, but when she could see people she would have to put it back on. And indeed she did when a building finally passed her by. A woman working on her garden patch glanced up toward her. "Good morning, Minha." "Good morning." As she continued on, more women stopped to give their compulsory good morning greetings, some tapped their shoulders out of respect; she did, after all, have a very important job. Out of the corner of her eye she could see some younger men and boys smiling towards her, she smiled back staring straight ahead. Pushing open the thatch door to her yurt, she pulled off her head scarf and slid the long white robe off her shoulders. Dropping herself down on the sleeping mat she fell into an almost instant sleep. Outside, a tall man in a red robe slid a note underneath her door, greeted the man across the trail from him, and wandered off.

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